When?

June 16, 2011
By WriteLoveOnMyArm BRONZE, Champlin, Minnesota
WriteLoveOnMyArm BRONZE, Champlin, Minnesota
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I'm not broken.
You can't 'fix' me
the way you want to
You can't make me who
you want me to be
This is my life
I'm not trying to
'get under your
skin'
If I'm broken
It's your fault, mother
Take me to the hospital
if you must
Many are like me
Their mother's like you
When will you understand
I like women
I like pain
Get over it
I'm already dead.


The author's comments:
My mom's always saying that my physical harm issues are my fault, because I'm broken, and she says being secluded in a stupid recovery place will help. She creates it. She's the one who can fix it. Don't treat me this way mom. Say you love me, just once. I need it.

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